Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1887-12-05

the arrangements necessary to bring
about the climax had been under a
careful preparation for fully sixty
days beforehand. of quarantine
ground, alongside of the visiting doc
tor, there had come on board the
steamer a man who looked neither
hard nor rough, only determined. The
captain of the steamer he did not even
nod to, but he at once sought out the
ships surgeon, and said few words
to him. The waiter had NJ. Alexis
bag and satchel, and Monsieur had
just fitted on his gloves, when a hand
was clapped on his shoulder, and the
determined-looking man said, in a
low voice. which Monsieur Alexis
heard distinctly, though steam was
roaring through the escape-pipe, Al
arrest you"
''Why?" inquired M. Alexis, with
out even quaking.
''Don't make any bother, but come
quietly along. Your game is played.
No use of my going over it all. Here
is my warrant. Don't say anything.
[ don't want you to commit yourself.
You understand English perfectly.
have a carriage ready for you. II
saves trouble"
81 will come quietly, but only pro-
viding you do this for me. You see
that stout old gentleman and thin
young lady? / don't want them tc
see me"
sin my company? Is that all!
don't mind obliging you, and really
rather like not having fuss. Here,
Bill :" And on this some one answer
ing to the name of Bill approached.
''See that fat western party a-shakin'
his handkerchief, and that lady: just
you hail them. Tell them you are q
custom house officer. Halt 'em. We
don't want neither of us to be spotted.
Now, my man, these bracelets ought
to fit snug. ] shan't crumple your
cuffs. Oh, see you know-slinging
your OvercOat over your arms quite
shuts out the whole business from q
curious public"
So Alexis went, and excepting the
ships surgeon, no one knew anything
about it. The Melodies were OF
the dock long time, and they wait
ed. At the hotel Mr.. McBiddit
watched the register. NJ. Alexis had
been given the address. Ceaselessly
Almeria sent down walters to the
clerk, to her father, for news of the
lost gentleman. She would not look
at the papers so as to select the thea
ter where she might spend her even
ing. She was i'll with anxiety.
The colonel was merciful. He
could not tell her what he had read
in the morning prints of the next day
1t was worse than had Monsieur
Alexis been found drowned in the
East River. There it all was, the ar
rest of the most perfect rascal Eu.
rope had ever produced. If Vautrir
represented crime with all the chair.
oscurO of a mezzOtint, NJ. Alexis was
as sharp and incisive as an etching
1t had been murder and robbery in
Vienna, and when Monsieur Alexis
arrest was flashed across the ocean.
chiefs of police departments in vari-
Gus headquarters In far-distant cities
chuckled, and were very good natured
to their subordinates for fully TWEEN.
ty-four hours. Almeria McBiddie tC
this day wonders and wonders ovel
the fate of Alexis. She has construct
ed some fantastic theory of her own
how Alexis was spirited away by the
myrmidons of Russia, and now Ian,
guishes in a Siberian steppe. She il
true to his memory, and has enshrin-
ed in her heart the man who, had hC
the least chance, would have cut hei
throat.
As to Alexis, there was no palliat.
ing circumstances, and between tthC
arrest and the execution the time
was short.-Harper's Weekly.